HCM — Guns, Guns, Guns! | Cyberpunk Metal Track скачать в хорошем качестве

HCM — Guns, Guns, Guns! | Cyberpunk Metal Track

A high-energy cyberpunk metal track about obsession, firepower and neon-soaked chaos. A woman who trusts nothing but the roar of her weapons walks through the city, letting every shot echo across the rain-drenched streets. Turn it up — the night comes alive with steel and electricity. 🎶 Lyrics & concept: Hastatus Creates Music "Guns, Guns, Guns!" Guns… guns… guns… I only trust the ones that scream louder than the city. Neon dripping on my skin, I walk the alleys armed and proud, A chrome-lined beauty in my hands, she purrs before she roars out loud. Custom barrel, twin vents, recoil dampers glowing red— Every lover that I choose is forged from metal, born for lead. Finger on the trigger, heartbeat syncing with the hum… You can keep your fragile feelings— I don’t need them when I’ve got— Guns, guns, guns! They never lie, they never run. Guns, guns, guns! My steel addictions weigh a ton. Every shot’s a little prayer To the gods of smoke and flare— Guns, guns, guns! Yeah, they’re the only love I trust. Pistols riding on my hips, each one tuned for perfect fire, Laser sights like burning kisses, every shot a sharp desire. Then my baby SMG, silver fangs and rapid breath— When she sings her metal lullaby, I’m dancing with the threat of death. Heartbeats turning into rhythm, matching every burst that comes… Why would I chase human comfort When perfection’s in my— Guns, guns, guns! They never lie, they never run. Guns, guns, guns! My steel addictions weigh a ton. Every shot’s a little prayer To the gods of smoke and flare— Guns, guns, guns! Yeah, they’re the only love I trust. Sniper on the rooftop, breath held still— One shot, one truth, one perfect kill. Minigun thunder shaking through my spine— Show me a man who loves me like that… Go on. I’ll wait. Take your time. No? Thought so. Guns, guns, guns! They never lie, they never run. Guns, guns, guns! My steel addictions weigh a ton. Every shot’s a little prayer To the gods of smoke and flare— Guns, guns, guns! Yeah, they’re the only love I trust. Guns, guns, guns! My holy choir forged in steel. Guns, guns, guns! Yeah, they’re the only thing I feel. Every trigger pulls me close, Every echo—diagnosed. Guns, guns, guns! This is my love, my life, my lust. Keep your heart… I’ve got firepower.